When love smiles

When I despair of the world

there is always love that seeps 

out in unexpected corners to

keep the fragile faith alive and 

fill the empty bucket of my joy.


When I think of this universe of

icy loneliness in which I spin,

and wonder about brevity in all its forms,

love and passion comes to keep

the moment alive, for that is all

there ever is and shalt forever be.


When love smiles at me and 

winks its eye of hope, I take a 

second look and dream that life

is by this defined, even if there

is decay; for in this smile I 

see myself held sure by something

like the velvet touch of peace.